the thing about fisherman
is half the time they’re gone to sea
unhinged, loose to the waves, untouchable
who knows about the other half
I am still waiting for the boat to come in
or maybe it’s the fish I fancy
an aquatic life on the run
I took up swimming (no, without a school
and yes, in chlorinated pool)
back and forth / back and forth
building strength for a chase
but hoping to be caught
so I find myself searching
for antonyms – of aftermath
and more important, anthropomorphism
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